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Nedzu didn't know whether to be thrilled or exhausted when he saw the approved applicants that bore the surname Addams.
He knew of them, of course, and his love of chaos sent thrills through him as he read the thick files for each of the brothers.
His love of his school, and the fact that it isn't in flames, is what has him groaning and wanting to slam his head into his desk.
"Midnight, would you please come to my office?" He say via the intercom, and the woman made her way up to his office, setting down her grading.
She had had the most experience with an Addams (it turns out she's friends with Lemming Addams, which should be a conflict of interest with her as a hero but apparently isn't), and he wanted to know what he was in for.
"You called?" She purred, always in character, and leaned forward towards her boss.
He pushed the files to her, and watched as she absorbed the information, because she threw her head back and laughed.
"That bad?" He asked, and Midnight giggled into her cup of tea before getting serious.
"The school will most likely survive. The Hero Commission, however? They're fucked."
And well, Nedzu is nothing if not an opportunist.
*****
Aizawa looks at his class list and wants to pitch himself from the roof.
Addams. Two of them. He looks up at the ceiling and wishes for vodka. He cannot deal with this.
"Why do you hate me?" He asks. Even he doesn't know if he's talking to God, the Universe, or Nedzu.
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Izuku and Hitoshi enter UA gates, wrapped in the school colours and brushing shoulders. They enter as a unit, as brothers. Looking entirely different, but something in their eyes and their aura sets them apart as other. As something new. As two members of something that is above all else in the food chain.
They meet sweet Uraraka outside, as she recognises them from the exam and walk with her to class. She is bubbly and sweet, but there's something in her eyes that has nothing but pure potential.
Asui, bless her, reminds them of Wednesday. Level-headed, a little feral, a little more animal than man.
(They spot the markings around her ears and throat, venom glands that she isn't hiding yet no one notices.)
Bakugou entered the classroom and pales, refusing to meet their eyes and flinching when Hitoshi pulls out a knife to pick at his cuticles. Izuku bares his teeth at the uptight boy with glasses who begins to yell about politeness and etiquette and hero conduct.
"We aren't heroes yet, and if you continue to shout at my brother, you will never become one." Izuku says softly, eyes bright like they were radioactive. Iida somehow goes even more rigid, like a corpse, when he feels something brush against the back of his neck.
He wilts like a dying bloom and sits down, shaking and pale.
He turns with Hitoshi just in time to see Aizawa enter, and the man looks at them and somehow looks even more tired than before.
He tells them something about an apprehension test, and to get ready. Izuku and Hitoshi's suits weren't ready yet (Power Loader had balked at the sheer amount of knives they had requested), so they had simple workout gear under their uniforms. They were ready within two minutes, only having to strip the uniform and change shoes.
Aizawa looks like he might weep when he sees them, side by side, bright eyes picking him apart with every second he stays in their presence.
(He remembers the meeting he had with the Hero Commission liaison and Nedzu about allowing a quirkless boy into UA, and how they had paled when they saw 'Addams' on the page and almost run from the building to alert his bosses.)
The others arrived, and Aizawa begins his logical ruse. He doesn't even attempt to scare the two ghouls at the back of his class, a little concerned at the pure glee they showed at the idea of being able to do anything at all to win.
(Yeah, maybe he should have edited his speech, on second thought.)
The ballthrow is simple. Hitoshi brainwashes Uraraka to do it for him, ignoring the sneers from classmates that are soon reminded where they stand by Izuku.
Izuku presses a kiss to the ball, and it shoots away from him like a scared animal, soaring through the sky.
(It lands in Canada, and Aizawa is just so tired already.)
The rest passes with increasing exasperation and smug grins between Hitoshi, Izuku, and surprisingly the short girl with a frog mutation quirk. Asui Tsuyu, Aizawa remembers.
"What's even your quirk?" Iida asks, bitter that he is losing to two boys who don't seem to be using any form of quirk to win.
"Oh, I don't have one." Izuku says, and Hitoshi stays silent. He is not afraid of his quirk anymore, has learnt to adore it (really, after the first time he brainwashed a curator in the Smithsonian into giving them a human skull to gift to Morticia and Gomez for their anniversary and being waltzed around the mansion, you learn to love your power), but he also knows that the element of surprise is the most important thing he has.
"Then you should not be in the hero course, you are not suited for it. You will be damaged!" The robot-looking boy said, appalled, not noticing how the two greenettes and violette had gone cold towards him. Not noticing how Bakugou edged backwards, pulling the red haired boy with shark teeth he was stood next to with him.
"Tell me, Iida Tenya, how does Hagakure's quirk help her fight? She is essentially quirkless, just invisible. Your blatant quirkism is unbecoming of a hero." Izuku growls, his eyes blazing and that pressure on the back of the navy haired boy's neck again. The boy cowers again, and the rest of the class back up entirely.
The rest of the test goes without consequence, and no one questions when Izuku, Asui, Uraraka and Hitoshi are at the top. Aizawa just looks like he might weep when the four of them now with sweet smiles and bid him farewell.
Uraraka skips home to tell her parents and little brother about the strange friends she made, and how they made her smile.
The three remaining made their way up to Nedzu's office when an exhausted Aizawa tells them they have been requested.
Three children enter an office with a teacher and a chimera.
No one can tell which is the apex predator, but Izuku grins and flicks his tongue over his sharp teeth.
"Hello, Principal Nedzu. Say, you would get along well with cousin Linus."
Aizawa pales at the raised brow his boss gives and leaves the room immediately.
Not today, Satan.
"Do you intend to damage my school, Addams's?" Nedzu asks, and strangely, he looks at Asui too.
"Not in ways it doesn't need to be knocked down before resurrected, sir." Hitoshi said, too smoothly, eyes too dark and gleaming in the dying sunlight streaming through the windows.
Nedzu tips his head back and laughs, and his scar looks more vivid as he does.
No one in that office is human, and somewhere in another office across Japan, the head of the Hero Commission gets a shiver of dread down her spine.
Later, as they walk towards the subway, Izuku pulls Asui to him.
"Why did Nedzu also include you as an Addams?" He asked, but his eyes were already knowing.
"Don't you recognise your cousin?" She croaked, soft and teasing, and Izuku grinned ferally.
"Fester?" Hitoshi asked with a laugh, and she nodded.
"Come home with us. Mama would love to meet you, and we are having cockroach enchiladas tonight." Izuku suggested, pulling their cousin between them.
"Sounds wonderful, kero." She grins.
Inko grins, cold and sweet as she meets her niece, and threatens with a cyanide-laced tongue to slaughter her brother from hiding his daughter from them.
Asui leaves to her mother's house with access to an Addams Trust Account and her arms laden with leftovers, and her mother laughs at her tale.
Asui Tsaya had fallen in love with Fester Addams - she had no chance of being sane. And when her wife comes home, she laughs too. She carresses her step-daughter's face and kisses her brow.
Debbie Jellinsky had fallen in love with another woman who had used Fester for her own gain, and that gain was the sweet girl before them that they raised.
Debbie laughed, remembering Morticia's words.
"I really am an Addams, huh?" She mused to herself, watching Tsaya and Tsuyu bicker playfully over who got the middle piece of the enchiladas that Inko sent.